Coffee and Classics
Hey everyone! Here's the next chapter, and I think you are going to like it; it's funny, a little sexy and just interesting. Thanks for all the support, and if you're bored, I have a second story called A Slow Burning Fire that you might want to check out! Enjoy this chapter, and again, feel free to leave suggestions of what you hope will happen in upcoming chapters—I love hearing your ideas!
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR:
"I don't ever want to move again."
I plop down on our new couch in our new apartment, completely exhausted. We spent the last three days unpacking all of our shit, which you don't think is a lot, until you unpack it, and now I feel like death. But I'm happy. Peeta sits down next to me, and I feel even happier. I lean over to him and plant a quick kiss on his stubbly cheek—he hasn't shaved in our three days of unpacking. I'm not a huge fan of the stubble when we kiss, but I can't deny that it feels amazing between my thighs. I blush just thinking about it, and Peeta notices.
"What ya thinking about?" he asks, leaning back over to me and placing his hand on my bare upper thigh, letting his fingers caress it.
"Nothing too much," I say, biting my lip. "I mean, I'm thinking that I want to jump your bones, but I'm too tired to do anything about it." I yawn loudly, and stretch my arms out over my head. Peeta chuckles slightly and stands up; then without warning, he scoops me up in his arms, and begins to carry me towards our new bedroom.
He gently lays me down on our new, red sheets, then walks around and crawls in on the other side of the bed; he pulls the covers over the both of us and scooches over to me—spooning me.
"If you want to jump me, I could do all the work, and you could just lie there," he whispers into my ear, the humor evident in his tone. I chuckle, and reach behind me to smack his ass.
"No. I'll just do it tomorrow."
"Can I just do one thing?" He asks, slipping under the sheets. Before I can say anything, he pulls my sleeping short and underwear down my thighs and off. He spreads my legs apart and then I feel his hot breath on my center.
"Peeta," I moan, half in surprise and half in pleasure. God, his stubble feels even better than I remembered. And then I feel his tongue lick up my slit. I arch my back and it gives him better access, plunging his tongue inside me, while his thumb begins to rub my bundle of nerves in small circles. Peeta knows exactly what to do to get me to finish when he goes down on me, and in a matter of minutes, I'm digging my nails into the mattress and panting his name into the night.
He puts on my underwear back on, throwing my shorts in the corner of the room, then moves up my body and kisses my neck. "Better?" He asks, smiling down at me as he kisses my nose. All I can do is nod, still panting from my hard climax. He presses a small kiss on my lips, then moves behind me to spoon me again; but I turn around and snuggle my face into his neck. He wraps his arms around my back and pulls me closer to him, intertwining our legs under the covers. "I love you," he whispers.
But I fall asleep before I can say it back.
"Peeta, can you make waffles?"
Startled, I wake me up and sit up in bed; I find Prim standing in the doorway, her hands on her hips. A calloused hand wraps around my forearm and pulls me back down to the mattress. Peeta positions me so my head is resting on his firm chest, and he wraps his left arm around my body, dipping his fingertips into my underwear. I close my eyes, already starting to fall back asleep.
"Prim, I would love to make you waffles. But it's 6:30 in the morning on a Saturday. Why are you up anyway, sweetie?" Peeta says, his voice sleepy. How the hell can he be so polite so early in the morning?
"I just woke up and couldn't fall back asleep."
"Well maybe you should try. Here, crawl into bed with Katniss and me." He moves the two of us closer to my side of the bed, making room for Prim to lie next to him. I hear her feet pad across the room, and the mattress sinks as she climbs into bed. She snuggles into Peeta's other side, and I open my eyes to see her close hers and take a deep breath. Peeta lets his hand run down her hair, soothing her, and then looks over to me. His eyes are bright, and I give him a small kiss on his collarbone before snuggling back into him and closing my eyes again.
"Well this is one creepy threesome."
I'm startled awake again, but this time, Gale stands at the end of my bed. "Can I join?" He asks, his eyebrows wiggling.
I sit up and throw my pillow at him. "That's disgusting, Gale. Why are you here anyway? And how the hell did you get in?" I ask, suddenly worried.
He looks at me, completely confused. "You gave me a key, remember?" He holds up a small brass key in his left hand. Oh, yeah.
"That was for emergencies. Like if we locked ourselves out. Not for you to just stop by and make sexual suggestions about my sister. And if I were wearing pants, I would go over there and kick your ass." My voice gets gradually higher as I continue, and Peeta lays a soothing hand on my back when I'm finished, but when I look over to him, he's silently laughing.
"Whatever, Catnip. I just came by to see if you all wanted to go out to lunch." I look over to the clock on Peeta's side and see that is 12:13. I sigh, then look at Prim and Peeta; they both smile and nod. Damn.
"Fine. Whatever." I say, then give him a shooing motion with my hands. "Just get out of my bedroom." He gives a curt nod, with his signature smirk on his face and exits. Prim quickly jumps out of bed and follows him out the door, obviously on her way to her room to get dressed. I collapse back in bed and roll over on my side to face Peeta.
"I love you, too," I say. He perks his eyebrows up, obviously surprised at my random words; I explain. "I fell asleep before I said it back last night." He smiles brightly, then moves closer to me and gives me a lingering kiss on my lips. I want to deepen it so badly, but I know that the two of them are waiting in the other room.
"I'm so glad I will be able to wake up next to you every day," Peeta says, unbraiding my messy braid, half undone from sleep.
"You basically have done that the entire time we've been dating," I say, rolling my eyes. But I know what he means. I love it too, and it feels more real now. I watch him as he quickly rebraids my hair for me, then puts the tip in his mouth. What is he doing? I look at him quizzically, but he just laughs, and spits it out.
"I'm sorry, but it looks like chocolate," he says, smiling and shrugging; I can't help but laugh too. He leans over and kisses me again, then gets out of bed and walks over to our closet. He picks out a shirt and a pair of jeans for me and throws them at me as I still lay in bed, then he starts to dress himself. I pull on my clothes, then walk over to him as he finishes slipping on his plaid long-sleeved button up. I run my hands up his chest and into his blonde hair. Again, he looks at me confused.
"I'm sorry; you just look so sexy today." I shrug and leave him behind as I walk out the door of our bedroom.
I find Gale sitting on the couch, his feet propped up on our coffee table and flipping through the channels of our TV.
"I love how no matter where I live, you come in and feel right at home," I say, plopping down next to him on the couch. He looks over to me and smirks, then turns his face back to the TV when he lands on reruns of Boardwalk Empire.
"Yeah, it's just a gift we have. Siblings without the blood connection, right?"
"Right."
Prim quickly marches into the living room, followed by Peeta and Gale and I get up off the couch and head to the door.
It might actually to be nice to have a relaxing lunch with my sister, my best friend, and the love of my life.
"All I'm saying, is that her boobs were totally fake!" Gale shouts, slamming his fist down on the table, causing the plastic salt shaker to topple over. "And not in a good silicone kind of way, but in a padded bra kind of way."
"That's too bad, bro." Peeta says in mock disappointment, shaking his head, causing me to smirk. Gale has been retelling some of his greatest mishaps during his hookups, and it really makes me wonder why we are even friends in the first place.
"I know! Here I thought it was going to able to titty fu—"
"GALE!" I shout, cutting him off before he can finish that vulgar sentence. "We are in public, and my fifteen year old sister is sitting right next to you. She does not need to hear about you doing that. And neither do I."
Gale scoffs. "You're just pissy because yours aren't big enough." He takes a sip of water. "I mean, your boobs are awesome Catnip, but they'd need to be like a cup size bigger to do that."
I reach across the table and punch him in the arm. "Shove it, Gale. Don't talk about my boobs."
"Yeah, don't talk about her boobs," Peeta pops in. "And they are perfect anyway; they don't need to be any bigger." I look over at him to glare but Prim's voice prevents me.
"Yeah, I wish I had her boobs," she says, nodding her head and taking a sip of water.
"No more talking about my boobs!" I practically yell. I look to the right and see an older couple looking at me with horror on their faces. Good job, Katniss. Terrify the elderly.
Peeta wraps an arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him, and plants a soft kiss on the top of my head. "Sorry, baby," he whispers into my ear. "But I love them. And I will show you how much I love them later." I tilt my head up to gaze into his eyes, and see them burning; desire pools deep in my stomach.
"HEY!"
We all turn to look find the source of the yell, and see Marvel barrel through the door of the restaurant, and march right up to our table. Oh, shit. This is not going to end well.
"Hey, Marvel. What are you doing here?" I ask, trying to be as perky as possible. He looks over at me, and his eyes soften slightly.
"Hello, Katniss. It's great to see you, it's been a long time." I nod at him, and try to smile. He smiles back, but they immediately turns his eyes back to Gale; they darken instantly, full of anger.
"Gale. You don't get to fuck my girlfriend, get her pregnant, and expect no punishment," he sneers, his teeth clenched.
Gale scoffs, which seems to anger Marvel even more—a vein in his throat bulging. "Punishment? What are you going to do, spank me?" He says back, his tone bored. I shoot daggers in his direction. Don't poke the bear, moron. But he ignores me entirely.
"No spanking. I want you to get out of that booth, so you aren't hiding behind a teenage girl, and fight me."
"Seriously? You think you can beat me?" Gale says, nudging Prim, indicating she should move out of his way; she crawls out of the booth and stands next to the table. Gale climbs out after her and stands up; Prim instantly sits back down, not wanting to be a part of this at all.
"Guys, maybe you should calm down. You're in the middle of a restaurant," Peeta says, his voice calm and obviously the voice of reason.
"Stay out of this Peeta," Gale says, his eyes glued to Marvel's. They are about the same height, and they actually kind of look similar, except Marvel has a shaved head. "We'll go outside."
"No, we won't," Marvel sneers. And then his fist crashes into the side of Gale's face. Gale grabs his jaw in pain, I assume, but he just glares and then tackles Marvel to the ground. Peeta tries to get up and help but I hold him back, not wanting him to get in trouble too. He's already pulled Gale off someone before, and I don't want him doing it again. They wrestle around on the ground throwing fists until blood is dripping down both of their faces. This is fucking ridiculous; I need to try to end this.
"STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!" I scream as loud as I can. Surprisingly enough, they both pause, fists in mid-air and look at me. I stand up out of the booth. "You guys are seriously fighting over her? You should be fucking pissed at her! She cheated on you Marvel, and then told you that the two of you were having a baby together when you weren't. And Gale, she kicked you out, then had sex with you, and then kicked you out again! She's a bitch! You both should realize it."
Complete silence takes over the restaurant, and then flashing lights begin to stream into the glass windows. Damn it. Cops. Two police officers run through the door and instantly crouch down next to Gale and Marvel and throw them flat on the floor, pressing their faces into the tile—handcuffing them. When they're finished, they pull them up to a standing position, and begin to march them out of the diner.
"You going to bail me out, Catnip?" Gale calls over his shoulder.
"Yeah." I yell back, rubbing my forehead with my fingers. "What are best friends for?"